Ack!

That last post was kind of depressing so let's move on to happier, or at least more amusing, topics.

Last night, I went to a blogger happy hour. (Why are the happy hours always scheduled the same week? Why?) It was a small but convivial group. I was a little out of it--yesterday was a day of minor discoordination. I spilled things, though not usually on myself. I went to the gym but only did the most rudimentary of work-outs before I decided I didn't feel great and better stop before I hurt myself. At the bar, I tried to order a $19 beer! Luckily, the waiter called the price to my attention AND directed me to something similar, but more reasonably ($5) priced. Turned out to be a great choice and a beer I'd happily drink again. But, boy, did I feel foolish.

After I'd been sitting with our small group (six total) for about half an hour, a seventh person arrived. A person I've met before. A person I've dated before. A person I've dated who I've written about on this here blog. Yikes.

I recognized him immediately, but he didn't seem to notice me. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do. I never told him about the blog. What in the world had I written about him? Anything terrible? I wasn't sure, but some of it was certainly not flattering (my mixed feelings were on full display). After a minute or two, he still hadn't recognized me. I grabbed my phone, excused myself and moved quickly in the direction of the rest rooms.

I called Pele and explained the situation. She said, "Oh no! You can't go back."

I said, "I have to go back, I left all my stuff at the table. I'm really not having a good day."

"No. But it can't get any worse."

"I sure hope not."

I went back to the table. When I sat down, I looked at the person in question. He met my gaze and gave me a nod. I nodded back. And that was it. We didn't try to talk. We were seated relatively far away from each other so it didn't raise any eyebrows. I have zero hard feelings towards this guy. If anyone is at fault, it's me.  (Guy in question--if you're reading this, please accept my apologies and know that I'm fine with saying hi and making polite conversation if we run into each other again.)

Last amusing note. On the way home from the happy hour, my mom called. I told her what happened and she said, "You dated someone you met at a blogger happy hour and wrote about him on your blog?"

"Um, no. I'm not STUPID."

"Smart people do stupid things."

"No, I figured that one out as soon as I started meeting people via the blog. I never, ever write about dating anyone I meet via the blog--except in glowing terms."

We laughed and moved on to other topics.

Today is better, though I almost bit it on my bike ride to work today. My clumsiness is a little out of control. But I'm sure that will get better too...

Grateful for: friends.